Anyway...
I'mma looking for a cool, long-term Roleplay or two, where many scenarios are accepted. It can range from:
Sci-fi/Futuristic (Lasers and particle cannons and flying cars and that; the typical nerd wet dream xD )
Apocalypse (Setting can be modern or futuristic, so long as either humans are getting chewed on by monsters or irradiated ones)
Fully Modern/Slice of Life (Roleplay like it was a real human's life, hence where the came comes from xD )
Fantasy Based Modern (Fantasy based creatures and/or powers existing in modern times)
Fantasy Based Medieval (Same as above except it's a lot less electronically advanced xD )
Fully Medieval (Good ol' evil humans killing humans with pointy swords and sticks)
Survivor Based/Tribal (It all starts with punching a tree, then next minute, you're running from tribal men and women wanting to kill/eat you)
I can be quite broad in my Roleplay tastes, so if interested, just let me know via PM's or by responding to this. Ta. :)
Name: Nicolas (Nick) Junia Grant.
Age: Eighteen.
Race: Human.
Physical age: Appearance close to ages nineteen to twenty-one. Especially useful when he frequents the bar or the shop for booze.
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Relationship status: Single.
Height: Around 6" 2 to 6" 4.
Weight: 206 pounds.
Hair color/style: Short, Jet Black hair naturally curling up at the front.
Eye color: A deep, dark color, almost black in tone, that give his eyes a natural piercing look to them.
Clothing style: His clothing is usually similar during the school week. Since he refuses to wear anything vibrant in color, he tends to wear clothing of the darker colors of grey and black. He prefers wearing open cotton shirts with a T-shirt underneath, black jeans that reach his similarly dark boots.
Body Type: Athletic to Muscular.
Physical Condition: None.
Mental Condition: Suffers from Chronic Insomnia and Nightmares.
Physical abilities/limitations:
-Nick has the stamina of a typical guy who frequents in sports, and it takes a bit more effort to break a sweat and lose his normal breathing pattern.
-Nick has increased strength due to regular exercise and experience in fights, and can do a considerable amount of damage by his lonesome.
Sounds Like (Voice): His voice has a clear, bassy tone to it, the accent of English descent giving his voice a bit more punch than the average male.
Basic Alignment: Chaotic Good. Acts how his conscience directs him to be, with little regard or care for what others expect of him. Follows his own moral compass regardless of what society says of that.
Defining characteristic: His outright brutish attitude. Has resorted to violence a few more times than needed and thus amasses a reputation of a wild child, a soft-hearted devil. He may act out of turn, but for the right reasons.
Introvert or extrovert: Introvert. Frequents the library, where it is quietest and where the nerds reside.
More thinking or feeling: Thinking.
Prejudices: Stupidity. Self-righteousness. Religion (Excluding Satanism). The Feminist Movement.
Philosophy of Life: None.
Noted accomplishments: Has been expelled by at least two secondary schools from the United Kingdom. Been transported to U.S.A for further education.
Famous/infamous: Infamous to all that challenge him. Famous to the stupid females swooning at him.
Pets: None.
Father: Deceased, murdered by him when he was seven.
Mother: Deceased, raped and murdered by his father.
Brother/s: None.
Sister/s: None.
Other relatives: Hasn't heard a word from any, so probably none.
Nick was a rare occurrence of an adult in child form. He matured mentally surprisingly fast, reading, writing, and speaking as good as an adult just as he ended his toddler years. When Nick was a child, that moment was his last memory of pure innocence before he was forced out of alignment with the world.
He was no older than seven when his father came home, stinking of ale and drunk on such alcohol. Him and Nick's mother had been growing more estranged by the day, and this night, his father decided to act out on this.
Nick was dragged out of his slumber and brought to the living room, where his weeping mother lay on the ground, her clothes appeared to have been attacked. Nick was tied to the hearth, and was made to watch what happened next. His father stripped the mother of her clothing, and continuously defiled her over and over again, Nick being ever watchful in horror and fear, his mind growing more scarred by the second.
The father was finally finished with her after two hours of suffering, and moved to Nick. His hands grasped Nick's throat, forcefully strangling the strength and life out of the little boy.
Nick's hands were tied yes, but his father did it half-heartedly, the rope loosening as he struggled. His hands were grasping a fire-poker, and with the will of a master soldier, Nick managed to find the strength in him to lash out with the fire-poker in hand, goring the side of his father's face, him instantly dropping Nick to cup his head wound with a ghastly shriek.
Nick didn't stop there.
He attacked again, this time the back of the head; his father stopped screaming.
He attacked again; his father's body started twitching.
He attacked again; his father stopped twitching.
His mother had not survived the brutal defiling his father gave her, the neck twisted far more than it should have.
It was three days until Nick was found by the local authorities, knees drawn up to his chest, clothes and face smeared with his father's blood, small child like foot prints all over the floor.
Adolescence was hard; even more so for Nick. After being discovered by the authorities, three inches deep in his father's blood, they could not imagine what the child had suffered. They transported him to the hospital, where upon he spent the remainder of his childhood years until reaching his adolescence so that the array of doctors and councilors can be sure the psychological damage is as minor as it can be given the situation. He spent a number of years practically living in the psychiatric ward, being constantly watched over and subjected to regular mental check ups and exercises. Nick never bat an eyelid to it, to the tests, to the doctors, to anything. He did as he was asked and that was it, aside from anything to do with talking about what occurred. The instant a doctor or councilor mentions the night he was discovered, he falls silent. They find this behavior unnerving.
They become outright disturbed once the nightmares took to fruition.
Hellish screams of unbelievable sounds resonated from the glass cubicle Nick slept in. His mind conjured up that night once again, only this time it was about his father, and his father was killing him in the most excruciating way possible. Nurses that were on shift practically sprinted down the halls towards the horrific sound. They reached Nick within mere seconds, and already began comforting him and checking his condition. The amount of screaming and terror that befell him caused him to lose consciousness and return to sleeping. That was all the proof the nurses needed to realize that this child was severely damaged.
Nick was carried while unconscious to one of their machines, and partook in a CT scan, to analyze his brain functions. The doctors were alerted and within fifteen minutes had arrived on scene. They inspected the scans the nurses took of Nick's brain. What they saw was enough for Nick to be the catalyst they needed to create a whole new suppressant; Solomitriene, a drug designed specifically to put the brain into a vegetative state, so that the brain can't even conjure up nightmares. They worked instantly with no side effects other then the said temporary vegetative mind, but otherwise,Nick finally had the opportunity to sleep.
Solomitriene didn't however repress memories, and these memories evolved into another issue. As Nick developed physically and mentally, they found that the nightmares lessened in intensity and frequency, and thus saw no need to keep him on the drug. As they expected, he suffered no more from hellish nightmares, but a new problem occurred. Because Solomitriene put his brain into a vegetative state, his memories were redundant also. Now there was no suppressant, his mind was able to wander and return to those memories. Insomnia was shortly diagnosed in Nick and was prescribed mundane sleeping pills and was - to the doctor's knowledge and Nick's - cured.
The teenage years where when Nick was released from hospital, and given a home to himself, for the time being. Most of his primary school years were taught at the hospital, so he straight up moved to secondary.
To say he didn't get on with the students would be a horrific lie.
By thirteen he had broken at least fifty bones - none of them belonging to him.
By fifteen he'd been expelled from the first high school he attended after assaulting a teacher who was accused of pedophilia.
Sixteen, he was once again expelled from another high school after outright hospitalizing one of the students. Nick's reasons for the attack weren't disclosed. It was at this point where the law couldn't ignore him any longer, and arrested him for assault with malicious intent. He was sent to a Juvenile Detention Center for Troubled Youngsters, where he spent ten months. During a visit from an American principal from Oregon, he proposed that Nick think of transferring over to his high school. This principal claims that Nick need not worry over the petty charges that were laid upon him, as he understood his reasons. Of course, Nick being the doubtful type, was skeptical.
"If you understand then give me some evidence then." The boy commanded. The principal proceeded to lay a document out; it described the case that took place almost two years ago with his teacher being charged of pedophilia.
"They found him guilty and gave him life. The victim's families called for your name in court to thank you for the minor justice you gave him. This is their statement." The man pointed out the transcript to the right. Nick nodded; 'this man isn't talking shit after all'.
After a brief conversation, Nick reluctantly agreed to the man's offer to transfer to Oregon once he got out.
His ten month detention was up and he was released into the world once more. After pulling strings with the hospital he attended when he was young and after the Oregon principal made a few phone calls, three months down the line Nick had secured a one bedroom apartment in Oregon, a place in the local high school, and a part-time job as a bouncer down at a nightclub named Illusion. While true he was only seventeen, his employer didn't bat an eyelid so long as he did his job right and was discreet about where he worked to anyone.
He'd only spent a few months in the high school to cement himself as an enemy to near enough every one of the students, which Nick preferred; 'friends are just enemies who have a deliberately blunt object pointing at your weak points' Nick thinks.
He is a reasonably intelligent lad, but the personality blankets that to all the teachers eyes until they gaze at his work.
He was no older than seven when his father came home, stinking of ale and drunk on such alcohol. Him and Nick's mother had been growing more estranged by the day, and this night, his father decided to act out on this.
Nick was dragged out of his slumber and brought to the living room, where his weeping mother lay on the ground, her clothes appeared to have been attacked. Nick was tied to the hearth, and was made to watch what happened next. His father stripped the mother of her clothing, and continuously defiled her over and over again, Nick being ever watchful in horror and fear, his mind growing more scarred by the second.
The father was finally finished with her after two hours of suffering, and moved to Nick. His hands grasped Nick's throat, forcefully strangling the strength and life out of the little boy.
Nick's hands were tied yes, but his father did it half-heartedly, the rope loosening as he struggled. His hands were grasping a fire-poker, and with the will of a master soldier, Nick managed to find the strength in him to lash out with the fire-poker in hand, goring the side of his father's face, him instantly dropping Nick to cup his head wound with a ghastly shriek.
Nick didn't stop there.
He attacked again, this time the back of the head; his father stopped screaming.
He attacked again; his father's body started twitching.
He attacked again; his father stopped twitching.
His mother had not survived the brutal defiling his father gave her, the neck twisted far more than it should have.
It was three days until Nick was found by the local authorities, knees drawn up to his chest, clothes and face smeared with his father's blood, small child like foot prints all over the floor.
Adolescence was hard; even more so for Nick. After being discovered by the authorities, three inches deep in his father's blood, they could not imagine what the child had suffered. They transported him to the hospital, where upon he spent the remainder of his childhood years until reaching his adolescence so that the array of doctors and councilors can be sure the psychological damage is as minor as it can be given the situation. He spent a number of years practically living in the psychiatric ward, being constantly watched over and subjected to regular mental check ups and exercises. Nick never bat an eyelid to it, to the tests, to the doctors, to anything. He did as he was asked and that was it, aside from anything to do with talking about what occurred. The instant a doctor or councilor mentions the night he was discovered, he falls silent. They find this behavior unnerving.
They become outright disturbed once the nightmares took to fruition.
Hellish screams of unbelievable sounds resonated from the glass cubicle Nick slept in. His mind conjured up that night once again, only this time it was about his father, and his father was killing him in the most excruciating way possible. Nurses that were on shift practically sprinted down the halls towards the horrific sound. They reached Nick within mere seconds, and already began comforting him and checking his condition. The amount of screaming and terror that befell him caused him to lose consciousness and return to sleeping. That was all the proof the nurses needed to realize that this child was severely damaged.
Nick was carried while unconscious to one of their machines, and partook in a CT scan, to analyze his brain functions. The doctors were alerted and within fifteen minutes had arrived on scene. They inspected the scans the nurses took of Nick's brain. What they saw was enough for Nick to be the catalyst they needed to create a whole new suppressant; Solomitriene, a drug designed specifically to put the brain into a vegetative state, so that the brain can't even conjure up nightmares. They worked instantly with no side effects other then the said temporary vegetative mind, but otherwise,Nick finally had the opportunity to sleep.
Solomitriene didn't however repress memories, and these memories evolved into another issue. As Nick developed physically and mentally, they found that the nightmares lessened in intensity and frequency, and thus saw no need to keep him on the drug. As they expected, he suffered no more from hellish nightmares, but a new problem occurred. Because Solomitriene put his brain into a vegetative state, his memories were redundant also. Now there was no suppressant, his mind was able to wander and return to those memories. Insomnia was shortly diagnosed in Nick and was prescribed mundane sleeping pills and was - to the doctor's knowledge and Nick's - cured.
The teenage years where when Nick was released from hospital, and given a home to himself, for the time being. Most of his primary school years were taught at the hospital, so he straight up moved to secondary.
To say he didn't get on with the students would be a horrific lie.
By thirteen he had broken at least fifty bones - none of them belonging to him.
By fifteen he'd been expelled from the first high school he attended after assaulting a teacher who was accused of pedophilia.
Sixteen, he was once again expelled from another high school after outright hospitalizing one of the students. Nick's reasons for the attack weren't disclosed. It was at this point where the law couldn't ignore him any longer, and arrested him for assault with malicious intent. He was sent to a Juvenile Detention Center for Troubled Youngsters, where he spent ten months. During a visit from an American principal from Oregon, he proposed that Nick think of transferring over to his high school. This principal claims that Nick need not worry over the petty charges that were laid upon him, as he understood his reasons. Of course, Nick being the doubtful type, was skeptical.
"If you understand then give me some evidence then." The boy commanded. The principal proceeded to lay a document out; it described the case that took place almost two years ago with his teacher being charged of pedophilia.
"They found him guilty and gave him life. The victim's families called for your name in court to thank you for the minor justice you gave him. This is their statement." The man pointed out the transcript to the right. Nick nodded; 'this man isn't talking shit after all'.
After a brief conversation, Nick reluctantly agreed to the man's offer to transfer to Oregon once he got out.
His ten month detention was up and he was released into the world once more. After pulling strings with the hospital he attended when he was young and after the Oregon principal made a few phone calls, three months down the line Nick had secured a one bedroom apartment in Oregon, a place in the local high school, and a part-time job as a bouncer down at a nightclub named Illusion. While true he was only seventeen, his employer didn't bat an eyelid so long as he did his job right and was discreet about where he worked to anyone.
He'd only spent a few months in the high school to cement himself as an enemy to near enough every one of the students, which Nick preferred; 'friends are just enemies who have a deliberately blunt object pointing at your weak points' Nick thinks.
He is a reasonably intelligent lad, but the personality blankets that to all the teachers eyes until they gaze at his work.